How many stories am I going to have to say I am a disclaimer?? Anyways as
of 2:45 May 31, 2002 I became a free person! School let out finally for
both me and SS-Mars today so now I can sleep in everyday!! YAY!!! Now I
have just 17 days until I am officially 14! Well enjoy my next story.
Just Surrender
Ch.1: Discovered; I'm outta here!
'Three thirty in the mornin'
not a soul in sight
the city's looking like a ghost town on a moonlit summer night
raindrops on the window there's a storm movin' in
he's headin' back from somewhere that he never should've been
And the thunder rolls'
Pan drove through town in her Mustang Convertible the top down and the wind whipping through her hair. In the passenger seat was a bottle of expensive champagne and a bag from Victoria's Secret.
'Every light is burnin' in the house across town
she's pacin' by the telephone in her faded flannel gown
askin' for a miracle hoping she's not right
prayin' against the weather that's kept him out all night
and the thunder rolls, the thunder rolls'
It was her and her husband's first anniversary and she wanted to surprise him when he came home. She pulled into the parking garage of her apartment building and parked. After grabbing the champagne and the VS bag she went inside not even stopping to notice her husband's car.
'The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes
another love grows cold on a sleepless night
as the storm blows on out of control
deep in her heart the thunder rolls'
Pan opened the door to her apartment and went inside. After she put the champagne in the refrigerator when she heard a loud thump come from the bedroom. It was noon so it was way too early for her husband to be home. She immediately went to go investigate the noise.
'She's waitin' by the window when he pulls into the drive
she rushes out to hold him thankful he's alive
but on the wind and rain a strange new perfume blows
and the lighnin' flashes in her eyes and he knows that she knows
and the thunder rolls the thunder rolls'
Pan opened the door to her bedroom. Inside was a woman almost totally nude reading Pan's diary. The woman was a very pretty red head which her husband's major fantasy. The red head looked up.
"Who are you?" Pan demanded.
"No, the question is who are you?" The red head answered.
"I'm Jackson's wife now who the hell are you?" Pan snarreled just as her husband came out of the bathroom wearing only his underwear. He didn't even notice Pan.
"Now where were we?" He asked climbing onto the bed.
"Are you married?" Jackson looked at the red head confused.
"I told you I wasn't married." He answered.
"You son of a bitch." Pan growled. "You get dressed and get the hell out."
The red head rolled out of the bed slipped a dress over her head and put on a pair of high heels.
"I am so sorry. I didn't know." She apologized leaving. Jackson sat on the bed searching himself for a good excuse.
"Pan it's not what you think."
"Oh it's not? Then please explain the red head that was in our bed, why you are in your underwear and crawling into bed saying where were we." Jackson stayed silent. "That's what I thought."
"Pan we never do anything anymore and I was—"
"Pitiful! That's your best excuse? You know that I work around the clock."
"Please Pan," Jackson pleaded, "she meant nothing to me."
"I'm sure she didn't." Pan walked over and wrenched her suitcase from under her bed. She began pulling drawer-fulls of clothes out and throwing them into the case.
"What do you think you are doing?" Jackson questioned.
"What does it look like?" Pan answered harshly.
"You are not walking out that door." Pan finished packing, zipped up her case and looked Jackson in the eye.
"Watch me." She said beginning to walk out the door but he caught her by the wrist.
"We took a vow."
"That doesn't seem to matter anymore. You'll be hearing from my lawyer." She said setting down her suitcase and pulling off her wedding ring. "You can have this back so you can give it to your next whore." She threw the ring at him and picked her suitcase back up and walked out the door.
'The thunder rolls and the lightnin' strikes
another love grows cold on a sleepless night
as the storm blows on out of control
deep in her heart the thunder rolls'
**Curtain rises**
SSJPan779: 17 days until my birthday!
SS-Mars: Oh no not again
SSJPan779: What? I'm just tired of being 13.
SS-Mars: Yeah, yeah. Better write the next chapter.
SSJPan779: Yes mom **Ducks out of the way of a energy blast from SS-Mars**
SS-Mars: Don't even go there again!
**Curtain falls**
Okay now you can review now!!
Just Surrender
Ch.1: Discovered; I'm outta here!
'Three thirty in the mornin'
not a soul in sight
the city's looking like a ghost town on a moonlit summer night
raindrops on the window there's a storm movin' in
he's headin' back from somewhere that he never should've been
And the thunder rolls'
Pan drove through town in her Mustang Convertible the top down and the wind whipping through her hair. In the passenger seat was a bottle of expensive champagne and a bag from Victoria's Secret.
'Every light is burnin' in the house across town
she's pacin' by the telephone in her faded flannel gown
askin' for a miracle hoping she's not right
prayin' against the weather that's kept him out all night
and the thunder rolls, the thunder rolls'
It was her and her husband's first anniversary and she wanted to surprise him when he came home. She pulled into the parking garage of her apartment building and parked. After grabbing the champagne and the VS bag she went inside not even stopping to notice her husband's car.
'The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes
another love grows cold on a sleepless night
as the storm blows on out of control
deep in her heart the thunder rolls'
Pan opened the door to her apartment and went inside. After she put the champagne in the refrigerator when she heard a loud thump come from the bedroom. It was noon so it was way too early for her husband to be home. She immediately went to go investigate the noise.
'She's waitin' by the window when he pulls into the drive
she rushes out to hold him thankful he's alive
but on the wind and rain a strange new perfume blows
and the lighnin' flashes in her eyes and he knows that she knows
and the thunder rolls the thunder rolls'
Pan opened the door to her bedroom. Inside was a woman almost totally nude reading Pan's diary. The woman was a very pretty red head which her husband's major fantasy. The red head looked up.
"Who are you?" Pan demanded.
"No, the question is who are you?" The red head answered.
"I'm Jackson's wife now who the hell are you?" Pan snarreled just as her husband came out of the bathroom wearing only his underwear. He didn't even notice Pan.
"Now where were we?" He asked climbing onto the bed.
"Are you married?" Jackson looked at the red head confused.
"I told you I wasn't married." He answered.
"You son of a bitch." Pan growled. "You get dressed and get the hell out."
The red head rolled out of the bed slipped a dress over her head and put on a pair of high heels.
"I am so sorry. I didn't know." She apologized leaving. Jackson sat on the bed searching himself for a good excuse.
"Pan it's not what you think."
"Oh it's not? Then please explain the red head that was in our bed, why you are in your underwear and crawling into bed saying where were we." Jackson stayed silent. "That's what I thought."
"Pan we never do anything anymore and I was—"
"Pitiful! That's your best excuse? You know that I work around the clock."
"Please Pan," Jackson pleaded, "she meant nothing to me."
"I'm sure she didn't." Pan walked over and wrenched her suitcase from under her bed. She began pulling drawer-fulls of clothes out and throwing them into the case.
"What do you think you are doing?" Jackson questioned.
"What does it look like?" Pan answered harshly.
"You are not walking out that door." Pan finished packing, zipped up her case and looked Jackson in the eye.
"Watch me." She said beginning to walk out the door but he caught her by the wrist.
"We took a vow."
"That doesn't seem to matter anymore. You'll be hearing from my lawyer." She said setting down her suitcase and pulling off her wedding ring. "You can have this back so you can give it to your next whore." She threw the ring at him and picked her suitcase back up and walked out the door.
'The thunder rolls and the lightnin' strikes
another love grows cold on a sleepless night
as the storm blows on out of control
deep in her heart the thunder rolls'
**Curtain rises**
SSJPan779: 17 days until my birthday!
SS-Mars: Oh no not again
SSJPan779: What? I'm just tired of being 13.
SS-Mars: Yeah, yeah. Better write the next chapter.
SSJPan779: Yes mom **Ducks out of the way of a energy blast from SS-Mars**
SS-Mars: Don't even go there again!
**Curtain falls**
Okay now you can review now!!